Senior product designer at GIPHY. Takes photos, makes things move, & writes code. Father of kittens. Enjoys the great outdoors. Human Being in Brooklyn. Holds a Bachelor of Design degree from Penn State. This website is a collection of things that I'm mostly not working on while at work.

Your boy's first ski trip out West! I grew up riding in the ice-covered slopes of New Hampshire and Vermont, accustomed to painful wind and hard falls (really, I broke my wrist both of the first two times that I went snowboarding. And yes, I kept going. Maybe that says something about my personality? to be discussed later). In comparison, Park City & Canyons were both complete heaven...even if it's worth noting that all of the locals were complaining the entire weekend about how the conditions were their worst of the year (shrug). I'm not one to complain about 300 combined trails when there's usually an upper limit of 50.

Every travel post is entitled to at least one plane photo....right?crickets
At the very least, this return flight is deserving of special mention as the worst flight experience of my life. Now, I'm very used to consistently every flight I take being at least a little delayed, whether that be 15 minutes or an hour. But for this flight, at the two hour delay mark, the crew admitted to over-booking the flight and were offering generous flight and hotel packages in exchange for not taking the flight. Whatever, par for course. Being antsy and very excited to return home to a dinner with my current lady friend of the time, I declined. So did everyone else, until they upped the ante to a free round trip flight anywhere in the world with accommodations. Five intelligent souls took that offer, and the flight was immediately delayed a further five hours. Yelp.

Eight hours later, the flight is beginning the descent into JFK when we get rerouted to Detroit. The fuck? Anyways, after a lot of extra confusion and hassle, I arrived at last to 36 hours later and trudged my way directly to work.